You can develop a rectourinal fistula and end up pissing shit

It is a very selfish viewpoint to only consider how a rule will affect you personally.

That being said, I agree with you, just I think that as a society we should clearly delineate what is appropriate for a preteen or younger and what is appropriate for a teen and an adult.

People only get a certain amount of time in their life to be innocent.

Even though we should definitely remove the innocence (that comes from ignorance) from people before they become adults so that they can make informed and logical, rational decisions for their own lives, there should be, like, a generally agreed upon time and place for that to start happening in a newborn human’s life, and the more reliably we can clearly communicate that this is a 13 and up, versus a 13 and under, or whatever, the better the world will be for those people.

I’m not doing a great job of explaining, but yeah, basically I think that there should be easy or like an agreed upon cut off in American society where we say this age and under is a poor innocent child and should be protected from all bad naughty no-no words and their ilk and then the point we all agree this person is old enough to know better.

Not to shield them from knowledge, but to allow their innocence to be a larger part of their lives.

Assuming it’s a one way trip, I’d probably go to the year 1998, Impersonate my dad, Rescue child me from some shit, Win the lottery, Stop 9/11, and then die and leave my younger self with more money and power than he could reasonably cope with.

If your parents didn’t meet and make you, then it is likely they would have met other people and made other people. Don’t put the curse of your existence off on some other poor sap. Stand up and drink your cup.

I saw a movie that had the actress that played Rita Repulsa in it as the mail order bride of a random side character who would occasionally sneak away to the bar across the street from their house and shoot ping pong balls out of her pussy.

It’s not really relevant to this conversation, but every single time Rita Repulsa is mentioned in some thread somewhere, I always go back to seeing the ping-pong balls flying from between her legs.

I think it was the movie about drag queens going across Australia.

I want to add that I know this sounds mean like I’m angry, but it’s kind of more like I’m frustrated with the impossible constraints of the mental exercise.

If I have offended you, I do apologize. It’s not my intent.

I enjoy solving puzzles, but assuming that none of your constraints can bend, then the only thing I can think of would be for you to send out a mailing list begging for money and hope that enough people respond, like a letter saying, “hey, send me a dollar and you’ll get good luck”, or something.

For $20, you should be able to send about 40 letters, and if all 40 of them send you $1, then that would meet your requirements.

If I knew how to do that, I would do it with $10,000 or $100,000 and not $20.

How the fuck are you not gonna interact with people but have cash change hands?

You can’t talk to people. You can’t meet people, but you must somehow get money from other people. The fuck.

You also can’t use banks or credit cards? How the fuck are you gonna meet someone online and get them to mail you $20?

I think gadgets and gizmos are in the same general category, but gadgets tend to be more mechanically operated and gizmos tend to be more electrically operated.

Like a wrist-mounted crossbow would be a gadget, whereas a wrist-mounted laser would be a gizmo.

I think if you watch Severance, he does a really good job of changing your perspective, because I had the same feeling going into Severance, and now I feel different.

Same for Brent Spiner as Data.

I have incredibly wild and vivid dreams, a handful of times a year.

My most recent one is one that has repeated a handful of times. I am in Portland for some reason and there is a restaurant with a large gravel lot.

I park and I walk up to the restaurant to order a hot dog and Colin Melloy from the Decemberists shows up. His hair is about shoulder length, he’s wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a plaid shirt. And he puts on an open air concert out in the gravel lot for free for everyone who just happens to be stopping by this particular hot dog stand.

He played songs from the Crane Wife album, which was pretty cool.

I’ve had other dreams where I’ve led choirs of priests and nuns on a musical rampage throughout New York City, singing a song I’ve never heard before and have not heard since as like this massive musical number.

I’ve had dreams where I Fight evil villains on spaceships with laser swords only to find out that the villain was my cousin.

I’ve had dreams where it’s the 80s and I am a white guy that wears white suits and sunglasses and I’m rich and I drive a red sports car that’s a convertible and I have a lot of money and that dream. I told myself, oh yeah, I’ve got to make that big purchase in the morning. I better put $50,000 under my bed so it’ll be there when I wake up. And then I woke up in the real world and immediately looked under my bed to realize that it was a dream and I’ve never been more upset to wake up in my life.

I’ve had dreams where I’m in a dark room being assaulted by demons, being told all the horrible things that there are about me, and I’m trapped to a chair, and like I’m praying to get out of this situation, and the demon laughs at me, and he flicks his finger, and while I’m stuck to the chair, it lifts up onto one leg and starts spinning around and around faster and faster and faster, trying to get my hands to unclass from prayer as the demon laughs in the darkness.

And I’ve had a recurring dream throughout most of my life, well two recurring dreams throughout most of my life, one of which is where I’m standing in an infinitely large black room on a small little pedestal, and there is a glowing, blue, thin strand of string that serves as a tightrope between here and the end of infinity, and i become aware that I am supposed to walk this tightrope.

Somewhere out beyond the darkness are a tribunal of judges who are watching me and watching my performance, as I take one step onto the string, and then I take the second step, and I realize I have to balance, and I immediately fall, and as I’m falling and I’m plummeting through infinite darkness, I hit the ground, and in real life I wake up, and my entire body convulses and bounces on the bed.

The other one that I have is there is a town, and the town has rolling green fields and sunflowers and wooden fences and white houses and paved roads intersecting through it that wind back and forth and I am driving in an old beat up blue Ford truck with the wooden slats on the truck bed. And, as I drive through the town people stop and wave at me and I wave at them because I am making a delivery and they know me and I know them and I get to drive back and forth in this beautiful, serene, peaceful, perfect town full of happiness.

I was about to say, like, the coloring of the shirt made it look like she was wearing a bra, which made the messaging about going braless kind of seem… stupid?

What about the people who didn’t vote for the orange man, but still lost people because of him?

Roughly a million Americans died because his administration bungled the COVID-19 response because they didn’t want to follow the playbook that was clearly laid out for them by the Obama administration.

Some of those Americans did not vote for Trump and still died because of Trump, and some of us who survived lost people who did not vote for Trump but still died because of Trump.

Having no sympathy or empathy for the actual innocent victims would make you a shit person.

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I’ve never gone to a website and searched for socks and been shown bicycles before.

In the original script, they would continue to meet up, fall in love, spend time together and then one or the other of them would erase the other person after which the other person would follow and then they would meet and fall in love again and this repeated until they were old and gray

I want wealth because I lack self love and wish I had enough money to buy it

I have what I believe is a fair criticism of online feminism, in that as a group they tend to exist in some sort of “victim complex oppression bubble”.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe women should have equal rights with men. I believe that we should not live in a world of oppression and fear and in as much as is possible we should all work together to accomplish that.

Disclaimer aside, my issue with this is that nothing is ever good enough. If you mention something that is good for men In an online forum, some feminist will come along and shit on it. If you mention something that is bad for their enemy of the moment, they will come along and say it is not bad enough.

The only thing that they cheer is when people that they hate suffer.

And when you take a step back and look at it as a whole, that starts to shine light on a portion of the conservative hate engine.

Since nothing that they ever do will be good enough for them to get positive attention and approval from the online feminism engine, then there’s no reason for them to try to get that approval and instead they will do mean things and say mean things and be hurtful people in order to get attention.

Don’t get me wrong. It is still definitely their fault for doing bad things and hurtful things and being shitty people in general, but it is not like feminism as a group is innocent.

When a group of people achieves power, and then refuses to acknowledge people outside of their group, and actively attacks and antagonizes people outside of their group, it is normal for people to retaliate.

To put it another way, a lot of the insane bullshit you’re seeing online is like yin and yang. They’re chasing after each other’s tails, they’re antagonizing each other, and their making life miserable for everyone not inside of their circles is a natural consequence of both sides inability to see the loop they are stuck in.

It is not a single person’s fault or responsibility. It is a natural consequence of groupthink.

If there is a real enemy, it is the people who, like me, took a step back and saw it, and realized that they could utilize this for political or financial gain.

So, this is my opinion, but: if you are hating people that you’ve never met,

or interpreting things that other people say in the worst possible light and responding with vile poison,

When other people thank you and upvote you for how good you were at saying the mean thing to the bad person,

then you are complicit in the system

You have become a cog of a machine of ideological hate

that is being monetized by news companies and advertisers

to sell you things

that you don’t need in order to be happy

And that not only will never make you happy, but will ensure that you and everyone you know and care about will be sad for the rest of your lives.

The ruling class of America have gone so far past hubris they are touching on surquedry.

Would be a shame if some sort of Greek tragedy would unfold.

I don’t know if I would call Clerks a slow-paced movie, like the plot barely advances at all throughout the entire movie, and I get that, but the movie is not really about the plot, it’s about a series of seemingly unconnected events that happen in an average, nondescript location in New Jersey, and getting to people watch as the weirdness erupts around the one seemingly normal person in the entire film.

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